[ Shuichi feels warm, but once he hands the plate over he settles his arms loosely around Ouma's waist. It's a strange sensation to feel like he's allowed to do this now, like it's not pushing boundaries in some undefinable way that might explode on him at any moment.
...Okay, he still feels a little like it might explode on him at any moment, but it's down at the back of his mind now. ]
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...Okay, he still feels a little like it might explode on him at any moment, but it's down at the back of his mind now. ]
Then I'll plan for it. Get some food in you.